Untitled Poem 4
I've given you a piece of me In hope that you could set me free. I've shown you the real me That others rarely see. You think no less or worry About me being furry, And you can make me smile, Even in the darkest mile. You like this wolf for who...
Untitled Poem 3
Some say life is like a roller coaster ride, but I think that they've lied. The only direction is down and your only smile is a frown. But with the right people around The pain tends to die down.
Untitled Poem 2
The night is crisp and clear, Everything, I can hear. The wind blows through my fur, And brings smells from miles for sure. The moon is full tonight And is such a beautiful sight. The one night that I feel I belong Was what I've wanted all...
Crafting (Otherwise Untitled)
As the kobold's fingers rocked the noose back and forth her thoughts meandered through the absence of any remaining reasons for delay.
Ping (Otherwise Untitled)
The long forgotten beacon strained to muster another warning pulse from failing power cells, nearby debris anxious to remind passing ships of its presence with no such urgency.
Penmanship (Otherwise Untitled)
The pilot's handwriting got more harried as the air pressure dropped low enough to start impacting the pen's ability to lay down the words she'd forgotten to say.
Autopilot (Otherwise Untitled)
~ With a crushing lack of contact with the remainder of the patrol flight, the light strike fighter banked sharply around another asteriod as the pursuers continued to hold their distance outside of the collection of rocks, wreckage, and ice. The nose...
Good Enough (Earning Your Stripes)
"in which case we'll just be called 'untitled'," chris joked.
Packing and Truth (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The sun was settling into its comfortable groove of daytime while the jackalope leaned in through the rear door of his hatchback, shoving around various piles of items in his search. "No, not too much in here worth taking. So that duffle'l work fine,...
Breakfast of Corn (Otherwise Untitled)
~ As the lump of yellow batter crackled along amongst the thin veneer of cooking oil in the skillet, the fox regarded the whole process dubiously. He'd luckily had the corn meal and salt on hand to attempt the hoe cakes, but the recipe he found seemed...
Moment in a Truck (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The phoenix found herself abruptly awake by the sound of the teargas canister bouncing off of the truck's windshield. From the same pool of self control that prevented her from igniting the bench seat's upholstery, she merely rolled onto her back to...
A Desperate Dalliance (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The frame of the ship could be heard to strain from the sustained posture of flanking speed, while Captain DeCaro paused to collect his thoughts. His hand pressed firmly into the scanner pad, to lend his embedded credentials to his orders, he nodded...